A steady flow of bane runs through my blood
And infection, boiling, seething causing a stench to my thoughts
Those around me
Mindless, spineless, weak, fear ridden
Worthy of a fir of anger
Never seen before
Their thoughts should be destroyed
Fire consuming
Burning the flesh
Cleansing this world of its inequality
The sense and value lost
Trodden upon
Tear, tear, tear
I will not hold back anymore
I will not fall victim to a system that holds down the truth
A fine oiled machine which deserves to rust and die
All to often I wake and realize my efforts are in vain
Nothing changes
People follow the followers to the grave
I want to tear my heart out and shove it down their backbiting throats and let them taste honor
Let it run through their veins
Like acid
Burning a mark of who I really am
Someday they will wake
Someday they will see
And someday they will understand

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